Chapter 1-The Surrounding Darkness That Is The Woods

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Carl-

I breathed in the refreshing winter air, snow landing on the tip of my nose as I study the walls of Alexandria from a distance. I had been doing these small walks for a couple of weeks now, as my loneliness had started to bury my thoughts. Something about the woods just seemed...enchanting and...haunting. In a good way. And anyway, I don't really have anything better to do in there.

I kicked my boot into some dead body laying on the ground. If I were to see it before the apocalypse I would have freaked, but this post-apocalyptic time, a day rarely went by without me seeing one of the rotten ones. Even though it was long dead and almost entirely made out of bones, I stabbed it in the head with my sharp knife. I heard the crushing, bone gnashing sound as my knife went through its skull.
Though I knew a lot of these people had went through such awful things, I still felt as if I was the only one letting the sadness creep onto the surface of his skin. I knew the others had started to notice, especially my dad. Though I wouldn't just hide my sorrow like all these other strangers with  names. They were pretending the apocalypse never happened, I was surprised they'd even made it this far. I guess we have the walls to thank for that.
I still want to be alive. I do have people I love and cherish. I'm just saying that if it had to come to it, I wouldn't take chances for me to stay alive.
I sat down on a tree stump, laying my hat on the ground. I looked at the sunset forming on the sky. And for that exact moment, I dared myself to shed a single tear. This was something I hadn't done it a long time.

Abruptly, I heard a sound of a shoe stepping on the crushing bones of the walker I'd previously killed. I swiftly turned around and for a slight moment, I think I saw a face; as cold as the snow on the ground, with eyes as red as the current sunset. She moved with no hesitation and rapidly knocked me down by powerfully hitting my head with the tip of a bow.

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